Hourglass
Anticipation running over. Hourglass way past broken. What's the forecast of
one's life whose heart has already been broken in two? Few know what I know. I
don't know what I know. Once I see the truth, I'm sure it will never be lost.
For so long it was a lie. Your monotony runs from your mouth like salt water
on my wounds. My wounds bleed, they stain you, and everytime you see the
mark...you'll remember me. The hourglass is way past broken, but I'm still
searching with blind eyes.